It wasn’t unusual for Logan to wake up due to nightmares in the middle of the night, body sweaty and head heavy. And especially when he didn’t know where he was.

His memories took him to a few hours before, when he had met you and Rogue in that bar, the accident, and now all that X-Men shit.

So yes, he wasn’t feeling the best. That’s why his claws darted out as he felt a hand on his bicep, shaking him. He made one movement and you felt the metal against your throat.

“What are you doing here?!” he grunted.